Kiss A Handsome Stranger

674—MILLION-DOLLAR MOMMY

687—DADDY WARLOCK

716—A REAL-LIVE SHEIKH

734—THE COWBOY & THE SHOTGUN BRIDE

763—LET’S MAKE A BABY!

791—ASSIGNMENT: GROOM!

804—MISTLETOE DADDY

833—I DO! I DO!

855—DADDY, M.D.

875—KISS A HANDSOME STRANGER

HARLEQUIN INTRIGUE

435—AND THE BRIDE VANISHES

512—HIS SECRET SON

550—CAPTURED BY A SHEIKH

When three best friends need advice on finding that

perfect love match, they turn to the wisest

relationship book around, 2001 Ways to Wed.

Chapter 8

When Smooching Leads to Sleeping Over

And Other First Date Debacles

He was gorgeous. The stars were twinkling. He bought you dinner, a movie and flowers. You were wearing that little black number that makes you feel sexy. You’d shaved your legs. He asked you up for coffee—and you ended up staying for breakfast.

Heaven knows you’re not that kind of girl! But does he?

It’s understandable that you’re embarrassed, but what if you can’t avoid seeing him again—you work with the guy, he’s your neighbor or your best friend’s notorious playboy brother. So what do you do?

It all depends on how you feel about him. When the lust and the Long Island iced tea wore off, was he just another pretty face? If so, chalk it up to a lesson learned. But if there’s potential for a lasting relationship, don’t let the rapid pace of your first date kill any chance for a second. If he wants to see you again, go. And don’t feel like you have to be intimate again. But beware, some men are just so delicious you can’t resist going back for seconds….

Contents

Chapter One (#u47c6cba4-6120-5e28-b124-66cc24288049)

Chapter Two (#u96e7982e-4633-50ed-ad84-ce8f86f3c719)

Chapter Three (#uae51a6a4-951e-57e6-b7c4-fdbb5444a0b5)

Chapter Four (#u30b7beeb-5828-51e1-90d3-c709c642e21e)

Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One

Daisy Redford smacked Chance Foster a couple of times. Then she pushed him so hard he compressed into a lump of submissive clay.

“Take that!” she told the clay as it spun around on the potter’s wheel, perfectly centered.

Some internal demon had goaded her earlier into making a little bust of the man. She couldn’t capture the teasing light in his eyes, but, for a quarter-hour’s effort, it had been a creditable likeness of his strong face, full mouth and straight nose.

She’d felt a flash of satisfaction when she pounded him into oblivion. Now, though, the only evidence of her triumph was the neatly spinning lump, ready to be made into a pot, and spatters of wet clay that she could feel drying across her cheeks.

Another woman might have washed a man out of her hair. Daisy Redford had smashed him onto the potter’s wheel. If her actions stopped the images of their stolen night together from tormenting her dreams, she would be happy. More than happy. Ecstatic.

“Now all I have to do is find Mr. Right before my girlfriends match me up with yet another loser,” she announced to her empty studio. “Or before I find another loser on my own.”